Gods Love
Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made, were every stalk on earth a quill, and every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry, now could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.
Steven asked the Lord, "How much do you love me, lord" Our Lord replied "This much Steven..." and the He stretched out His hands and died.
On the Fourt day of the month of October in the year two thousand ten of our blessed Lord, Steven William Steppe was call into the presence of our Heavenly Father.
His life, love and laughter will be remember by those who love him As Steven looks down upon us now, from the feast of a heavenly meal, I think I can hear him say. with more amazement than even before... "Unreal!"
For the Lord Himself will decend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rist first.